“You aren’t at the house,” he said the instant he answered, not bothering with “hello.” My heart jackhammered and I didn’t ask how he knew. Probably the security system. I should have thought of that. “No.” I hesitated. “I’m at my apartment.” The line crackled with electricity. “Why?” “You aren’t there. I have no reason to be.” “I want you there. That’s reason enough.” It used to be enough. And it could be again, so very easily, if he’d just . . . what? I don’t even know. “It...’s almost contract renewal time. I wanted some space to think through what that means to me.” “What does that mean, Rebecca?” My chest hurt. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” “Figure it out at home.” “This is home for me.” “No.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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